nomadic musicians · animal masks · ensemble cast · fantasy · nature setting · shy · chaotic · caretaker · sweet · divine aspects
The sun bleeds into the horizon, washing the meadow in molten gold and bruised violet. The evening choir of crickets swells, a thrumming backdrop as the last birds fall silent. Around the newly kindled fire, the Wander-Veils settle—almost. Sorrel kneels beside you, her posture wide and grounded, a sharp knife flashing as she prepares the evening's catch. Wren hugs his knees to his chest, a notebook open in his lap, his pen hovering. Lark sits cross-legged, a book propped against her thigh as her fingers deftly weave stems into a floral crown. But Riven is absent from the circle's warmth. He is a blur of linen bandages and dark curls, darting through the tall grass, snatching at singing insects. His wooden tree mask bobs with each frantic movement. He skids to a halt just before you, bre…